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“Leave? I can’t leave, Chef.” His eyebrows thread in confusion.
“I don’t remember asking what you could or could not do. I said, go change.” And then I call out to another one of my guys to take over Vassar’s job for the remainder of the evening, turning on my heels and heading out of the kitchen with Vassar hot on them.
“Kira,” he almost growls and if that wasn’t the sexiest sound this man has ever made before, I don’t know what is.
“Yes,love?”
“Stop calling me that.” Another almost growl, almost because the guy cannot lose his cool. Not fully.
“But you are my doting, protective boyfriend.” I bat my eyes at him full of fakery. “Aren’t you?”
Vassar’s breaths take on a rugged, deep edge as his nostrils flare in anger, but once again, he keeps his colorful retorts to himself. One day, I will break him.
Just like I do everything and everyone else in my life…
“Where are we going?” he finally manages to grit out, his breathing slowly evening out.
“Family dinner.”
“You have a family?” The question, full of disbelief, flies out of his mouth so fast, I don’t think he notices it himself. His eyes go slightly wide, terrified that he cracked open his real thoughts in front of me. “I’ll be ready in five.” He quickly shakes his head and rounds around me to go into the breakroom, already unbuttoning his white coat.
Just before he slips inside the breakroom, the coat slips off his body, leaving him in only a thin muscle shirt, and I catch a glimpse of the sexiest shoulders and olive-hued skin I have ever seen. They are not huge or ripped. No, they are simply perfect, with the muscles toned and tight, each one outlined as if he was sculpted out of stone by Michelangelo himself.
And to make it even worse, one of those shoulders is covered in an intricate tattoo of a black wing that gently cascades down his biceps and flows into a soulless crow around his arm.
It was only for a second, a glimpse of greatness. Of a story. And I want more…
If I thought just having Vassar Levidis slip his impassive face mask off was enough, now I know better. Now, I want to scrape him raw and see what the color of his blood is.
Chapter nine
Vassar
Family dinner. I am going to a family dinner with Kira Clark. The unfeeling, heartless temptress, who in the past two days has seemingly started wearing new suits that are even tighter and look as if they were painted on her ass and around her tits.
The one who’s been sending me sultry looks every chance she’s got, really selling the whole “we are in love” scheme and making my cock weep in agony but at the same time pretending I don't exist.
The Kira, who is also my boss and someone my dick can forget about because we will not be going down that road, no matter how much he seems to want that.
I’ve had my share of cold bitches in this life. I don’t need to add one more.
After forcing me out of my dinner service and stuffing me into her black, gleaming Rolls, we took off. In all honesty, I had no idea this woman had a family or even close friends, but I guess I will meet them soon.
“Why exactly do I need to accompany you to your family dinner? Don’t they know this is all a ruse?”
Kira doesn’t even bother to turn her head my way, her gaze still firmly plastered into the window, looking over the cold and gloomy New York streets. “My brother demanded it.”
“You have a brother?” Once again, I can’t hold back the shock. Damn it, what is it about her that makes me slip now when I was so good at keeping it hidden for five years?
“Foster brother.”
“Foster?” Now, my voice takes on a whole new edge that she clearly notices because her face finally snaps to mine.
“Yes. Have any problems with that,love?” I don’t miss the biting edge or that answer, and I know I’ve hit a raw spot. I just never imagined the perfect Kira Clark to have it rough in life.
Never.
She is too regal for that. Too poised up. Too better-than-all-you-mortals. But I should have seen it. I’ve seen the darkness swirl around her every day, but as someone who tried really hard to ignore all things Kira Clark, I pretended not to.
